Mazuku & Emile
@notbruisedjustpartytattoos
The library was Mazuku's haven. The quiet atmosphere brought him peace. He'd be there for hours, reading comfortably on one of the plush couches or chairs. As he walked in that day, he went to the Starbucks that was located within the library. He'd been there so many times that Mazuku stopped needing to type his order on his tablet. They just asked if he wanted his usual order, and unless they came out with a new flavor he wanted to try, he would just nod his head.
Mazuku waited in the small line until it was his turn. He approached and the woman smiled at him. "Your usual, Mazu?" Mazuku nodded with a soft smile on his lips and he paid her the money for his caramel mocha and stepped away to wait for his drink.